“Rickey’s poem forces you through itself, all shuddering....The sound would be a series of squirms, the music of a very violent act. And this becomes beauty in Rickey’s hands.”
– Eileen Myles.
"These are not avant-garde poems; they aren’t elliptical or faddishly whimsical. They evince a love for language analogous to a designer’s love for pattern and texture . . . and also push against our assumptions about what kind of language is “poetic language.”
– Meghan O'Rourke.
"[Rickey's] work [is] of great generosity and strength, refusing to evade what’s painful and ugly in its pursuit of insight and beauty." – Timothy Donnelly.